[Arc Bishop]

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"Would you pray before you twist the knife?"

"Would you take my hand and take a life~"

"I'm too damn young to give up on the night,"

"I'm used to the darkness~"

Down the back allies of Shinjuku a women fled in the night, followed silently by a shadow running along the rooftops high above her. She wore a simple torn black dress and no shoes, a runaway that needed to be silenced, or brought back to meet the fate her captures had waiting for her. The man above dressed in black and red tactical gear had no intentions of bringing her back alive, though.

Arc followed her for awhile before suddenly dropping down to land beside her. As she turned mid-stride in surprise and fear at his arrival, the last thing she saw was a gas mask and glowing red eyes before her scream was cut off with a sudden strike of his curved dagger. He straightened as she fell to the ground and remained still, a clean but deep wound in her upper side under her arm the only evidence that she wasn't merely passed out.

~What a waste.~ Arc narrowed his eyes at Whisp's comment in his mind, but his gaze remained blank as he swiftly made a motion across his chest and forehead as if drawing a cross before turning and cleaning off his dagger with a nearby rag. It couldn't be called good, but least it had been a simple job.

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[Alastair Armitage]

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THAT SWEET SMELL IN THE AIR [break]
SANGUINE AND SACCHARINE

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As Alastair pulled the door to the night cafe closed, he would draw a deep breath of the night air of Shinjuku, before his nose would promptly scrunch up in disgust. The sudden scents of various colognes and perfumes mixed with the sweat would muddle any natural scent of the bodies in the street, and he would shake his head as he stepped out into the crowd. All this make-up and cologne masking their natural scents, masking their sweat and skin. As he turned to walk down the street, he would momentarily smile at a passing group of young women, he couldn't gauge if they were still in school or if they were young college kids, but they seemed giddy all the while, giggling to one another as they passed. This place has such easy targets, between the giggling youths and the drunken office crowd, it'd be easy to drag one off into the dark for a quick cut. Unfortunately, I doubt it would be as easy to keep nosy onlookers from disrupting me.
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As he lamented to himself in his head, occasionally glancing at a drunken passerby, or smiling as a group of friendly tourists waved, he would eventually stop to turn down an alleyway. I think I've had enough of the lights, let's see where this go- Suddenly, his thoughts would be cut short, as his senses caught the scent of something familiar. Something sweet, that made his mouth water and his mind wander. Before he even knew it, his pace had been hastened, peeking around alley corners until finally, he spotted it. There was a figure, garbed in red and black with a gas mask, cleaning their knife of the blood they'd just shed. The blood that had drawn Alastair in.
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"Ah. I was just telling myself that Shinjuku would have been a horrid place for a hunt, yet here someone else is making it work." He would walk with a confidence towards the figure, a hand to his chest as he approached, before stopping short at the body on the ground. "Such a sweet morsel you have here..." The Englishmen would crouch down, getting closer to the dead lass before inhaling deeply, a wicked smile crossing his face before he would lift her arm to reveal the wound. He would begin to draw a line across her arm, just below where the arm connects to the shoulder, and with a quick ripple of the air, the limb would be severed from the body. Only after he'd taken the arm clean off the corpse, would Alastair look up towards the figure in black, the same smile still plastered on his face. "You don't mind, do you?

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[Arc Bishop]

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"Better run, better run,"

"Cause here it comes, here it comes~"

"Better run, better run,"

"When the wolves come out to play~"

Arc turned at the voice but hesitated as the man's tone made his skin prickle uneasily. The alarm at being caught was quickly replaced with unease when the stranger approached, but he remained where he was. Other than the fact that he had not put away his knife, Arc showed no hostility to the man despite being unnerved by him, and instead simply watched. Which, in retrospect, he quickly wished he hadn't.

Although the lower half of his face was thankfully covered, it didn't do much to hide the look of shock and disgust that flashed in Arc's eyes as he watched the man dissect one of the woman's arms. However as the guy looked up Arc quickly turned his face away, looking towards the end of the alley as if checking for witnesses. It was partly to hide his expression, but also because the guy was freaking him out a little. He was used to all sorts of types because of his line of work, but that didn't mean he had nerves of steel when he ran into the really freaky ones.

"That might depend, on what you plan to do with that." He responded, his voice still steady despite his unease, and despite the fact that he was really worried he would regret asking that question. ~I like this one~ With Whisp's approval echoing in his mind he now had another reason to be nervous, Whisp only liked certain kinds of people, and never the kind Arc typically enjoyed.

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Alastair Armitage ,